As Travis finished his furniture, the soft sound of a door opening caught his attention. He raised his eyes from his phone, and his breath subtly hitched.

  So-Yeon stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around her like a misty veil, her silhouette bathed in the warm glow of the apartment’s ambient lighting. A plush white torapped snugly around her body, barely reag mid-thigh, exposing long, smooth legs. Droplets of water g to her skin, glistening uhe light as they trailed down the gentle curves of her body.

  She wasn’t thin or lean like a model, but she had a natural, breathtakiy—soft yet firm in all the right pces, with an allure that could make any man’s pulse qui. Her damp hair cascaded over one shoulder, and as she walked further into the living room, the towel g to her form, atuating every movement.

  She g him, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

  “Are you going to do the same? I have ara towel and washcloth,” she offered, her voice smooth, almost teasing.

  Travis blinked, f his mind ba track. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” he replied, standing from the couch.

  She sauoward him, handing him the washcloth. Her fingers briefly brushed against his, a fleeting touch, warm and soft. Just as he was about to ask about the extra towel, she did something that made every coherent thought in his head vanish.

  Without hesitation, she loosehe knot at the front of her towel a drop to the floor.

  Time slowed.

  Travis barely had the ce to react before the full glory of her goddess-like body was revealed to him. The dim lighting cast gentle shadows along her curves, highlighting the smoothness of her skin, the fullness of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the roundness of her hips. She stood before him with effortless fidence, her smirk pyful, as if testing his self-trol.

  He was stunned. No, beyond stunned.

  His brain scrambled to process the sheer level of sexual appeal she radiated. It wasn’t just her body—it was the way she carried herself, the way her eyes flickered with amusement at his rea, the way she embraced her owy with plete, unshaken assurance.

  Seeing him frozen in pce, So-Yeon’s smile deepened.

  ‘I guess I was wrong about what I said earlier,’ she thought, pleased by the way his gaze refused to stray from her.

  Travis slowly, almost meically, reached for the towel she had inteo give him. His movements were stiff, his fingers curling around the fabric like he was in some sort of trance.

  So-Yeon simply turned, as if pletely unbothered, and made her way to the kit area. The soft tap of her bare feet against the floor was the only sound breaking the silence as she poured herself a drink, her posture rexed.

  Travis, oher hand, was still standing there—stock-still, his mind desperately trying to reboot.

  Slowly, like a malfuning robot, he turoward the bathroom, towel clutched in his grip, his expression unreadable.

  ‘Man… God is good,’ he thought with absolute vi as he finally forced himself to move, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

  The moment the warm water hit his skin, he exhaled heavily, letting the tension in his shoulders ease. But even as he scrubbed himself down, the vivid image of So-Yeon’s body lingered in his mind, refusing to fade.

  So-Yeon stood i, gripping the edge of the ter with both hands, her head bowed as she tried to steady her breathing.

  Her face burned with embarrassment, her heart rag as the full weight of what she had just doled in. With a soft whimper, she lowered herself into a crouch, curling into a ball as she buried her fa her hands.

  ‘Am I that drunk?!’ she screamed internally.

  She had only meant to hand him a towel. That was the pn. That was supposed to be the pn. But somewhere in the moment, her body had acted on impulse, and instead of handing him the towel, she had dropped hers—pletely exposing herself.

  A groan escaped her lips as she rocked slightly, pressing her forehead against her knees.

  ‘Why the hell did I think that was a good idea?!’

  Her mind repyed the se in brutal detail—the way Travis had pletely frozen, his face sck with stunned silence, his eyes drinking her in like he had just witnessed something divine.

  Her stomach twisted at the memory, but not i.

  The response she got from him? Priceless. That wide-eyed, dumbfouare? The way he practically short-circuited before walking off like a broken mae? That was more than enough firmation that she had pletely wrecked his posure.

  She let out a tiny, breathless ugh, her fingers brushing over her flushed cheeks.

  ‘Well… I got a good response, so it’s not that bad, right?’

  But still—what was I thinking?!

  This wasn’t like her. So-Yeon wasn’t easy by any means. She wasn’t the type t men home, let alone pull something this bold. In fact…

  This was the first time she had ever brought a man to this apartment.

  Her eyes widened slightly as the realization hit her.

  She had lived here for a while now, ae going on dates, meeting people, and having opportunities, no one had ever made it past her front door. She had always found reasons to keep her space private, to keep her life separate.

  Yet with Travis, it had been different. She hadn’t eveated. She had wanted him here.

  She bit her lip, gripping the fabric of her dress as she sat there, her mind tangled with emotions she wasn’t ready to name.

  Her heart was still thumping, but now, it wasn’t just from embarrassment.

  ‘Damn it… what are you doing to me, Travis?’

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  So-Yeo out a long sigh, tilting her head back as she took another slow sip of her drink. The warmth of the alcohol did little to soothe the heat c through her body—not from embarrassment anymore, but from anticipation.

  Still, she o pose herself. Standing up, she walked over to grab a silky bck gown, loosely ing it around her waist. She tied it absentmindedly before dropping bato the couch, fingers drumming against her thigh as she thought about what to do .

  Meanwhile, ihroom, Travis was in another world—one where So-Yeon’s towel drop ying on an infinite loop in his mind.

  ‘God damn,’ he thought, shaking his head, but the image of her bare form refused to leave. The way her skin glowed uhe dim apartment lights, the way her curves dematention, the sheer fiden her movements—it was all burned into his memory.

  He gnced downward.

  His “dragon” was standing tall, refusing to calm down.

  ‘Rex, brother,’ he thought, exhaling sharply. ‘You’ll get fed.’

  Shaking off his lingering thoughts, he focused on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over his body, washing away the sweat and tension. The heat didn’t do much to cool his thoughts, but at least he could say he tried.

  After a few minutes, he stepped out, grabbing a fresh towel and ing it securely around his waist.

  The moment he walked bato the living room, chaos ensued.

  So-Yeon, who had been mid-sip, choked on her drink as her eyes nded on him. The gss nearly slipped from her fingers as her gaze raked over his body—his God-tier physique in all its glory.

  Her breath hitched.

  Broad shoulders that screamed strength and power. A chiseled chest that exuded fidence, each muscle carved to perfe. His biceps and triceps flexed subtly with every movement, showg the perfect bance of size and definition. The faint sheen of moisture on his skin made everything look eveer—like a sculpted masterpiee to life.

  So-Yeon was captivated.

  No, she was entranced.

  She couldn’t think, couldn’t blink. Her eyes devoured every inch of him, and before she even realized, her lips parted slightly, her breath unsteady.

  Travis smirked, notig her rea. He strode over casually, towel hanging low on his waist as he plopped dowo her.

  “So,” he said, stretg his arms over the couch. “What now? Got any iing games we could py?”

  So-Yeon blinked, f herself back to reality.

  “Umm…” She cleared her throat, struggling to form a coherent thought. “Just alcohol and a hunk beside me.” She bit her lip, eyes still glued to his body. “Why don’t you tell me how you got this perfect?”

  Travis chuckled, gng down at himself. “I just worked out sistently, I guess. Nothing too crazy.”

  So-Yeon hummed in thought, befrinning mischievously.

  “Do you think I could get this geous too?” she asked, running a hand over her own stomach. “I mean, I’m not fat, but I do have a little belly…”

  She untied her gowing it fall open to reveal her abdomen.

  Travis’s gaze locked onto her.

  His lips parted slightly, his throat going dry.

  “Yeah, but I like it just like that,” he said, his voice a little lower than before.

  So-Yeon giggled. “You look hypnotized. Is my body really that attractive to you?” Her grin widened. “I should just sit here hen.”

  Before he could react, she stood up ahe gown drop.

  Travis’s heart skipped a beat.

  His dragon throbbed uhe towel.

  He let out a shh, shaking his head. “Well, in that case… I should do the same.”

  With zero hesitatioood up and dropped his towel.

  For a moment, they just stood there, taking each other in. The energy between them shifted, thiing, until they both burst into ughter at how ridiculous—but also insanely hot—this moment was.

  So-Yeon turned on her heel, walking towards her bedroom.

  Travis followed.

  The sed she jumped onto the bed, his gaze so her rear, which jiggled like jelly from the impact. A grin stretched across his face.

  ‘God is good.’

  He sat beside her, and for a while, they just talked—ughing about dumb things, teasing each other, drinking, enjoying each other’s pany. But as time passed, they got closer… and closer…

  Until suddenly, there was no more space between them.

  Lips met.

  Bodies pressed.

  And before either of them could sed-guess it, they were making out like they had been waiting for this moment all night.

  TO BE TINUED

  [A/N: JUST HIT CHAPTER 50!!! ON MY PATREON. PLEASE E CHECK IT OUT. I BEG YOU. It genuinely helps a lot ??]